None is so unmanly as he who from fear of adversity loses heart to live.

No wise man makes up for his calamities by dying.

Wrath against another is foolish, but against a man's self it is foolhardy; and it is a coward frenzy which dooms its owner.

But if thou go without need to thy death for some wrong suffered, or for some petty perturbation of spirit, whom dost thou leave behind to avenge thee?
Who is so mad that he would wish to punish the fickleness of fortune by destroying himself?
What man has lived so prosperously but that ill fate has sometimes stricken him?
Hast thou enjoyed felicity unbroken and passed thy days without a shock, and now, upon a slight cloud of sadness, dost thou prepare to quit thy life, only to save thy anguish?
If thou bear trifles so ill, how shalt thou endure the heavier frowns of fortune?
Callow is the man who has never tasted of the cup of sorrow; and no man who has not suffered hardships is temperate in enjoying ease.
Wilt thou, who shouldst have been a pillar of courage, show a sign of a palsied spirit?
Born of a brave sire, wilt thou display utter impotence?
Wilt thou fall so far from thy ancestors as to turn softer than women?
Hast thou not yet begun thy prime, and art thou already taken with weariness of life?
Whoever set such an example before?
Shall the grandson of a famous man, and the child of the unvanquished, be too weak to endure a slight gust of adversity?
Thy nature portrays the courage of thy sires; none has conquered thee, only thine own heedlessness has hurt thee.

We snatched thee from peril, we did not subdue thee; wilt thou give us hatred for love, and set our friendship down as wrongdoing?
Our service should have appeased thee, and not troubled thee.